You’re a bear, so you have almost half a year to be lazy. It won’t kill you to wake up early for once and hang out with a new friend… OR WILL IT?!?!?! Bum, bum bummmm… yeah that’s where the dramatic music was supposed to come in, but for the life of me I can’t seem to figure out the technology in those singing cards… it’s rather complex.
So you get up, brush your bear fur and head out to meet your new buddy. By the time you get to the trailer he’s already up and raking the mud around what would be the trailer’s front lawn… but you should just move on from that entirely. He sees you and runs over shaking your hand with such fervor you feel he may keel over from the effort… and he does… I’m kidding he’s fine… for now.
After letting go he rushes into the trailer and kicks open the door with two rifles under his arm. “Ready to get dat grup amigo?” he shouts. Jeez this guy seems to do everything with energy. But no wonder, an old geezer wouldn’t have survived for this long without a sprit like that… oh and so you know I am not hinting at his death. You should get that idea out of your head, because that’s just… oh crap. While you and I were going on a pack of wolverines came and tore him to shreds… my bad. Well at least the RV is all yours now… right? Seriously, this is not my fault. You’re the one that wanted to come here in the first place.
Might as well try and drive (6-I)
VENGANCE!!! (6-J)
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